Another half-hour or so passed. The Second Prince was nodding off at the table. As the sky grew dark, the guards lit candles inside the thatched hut. Glancing over, he saw that Yelü Qi was still not done inspecting the crates packed with weaponry. Zhao Tingyue grew rather annoyed. Forcing open his heavy, drooping eyelids and fighting off a full day's exhaustion and fatigue, he prepared to fly into a rage at Yelü Qi and simply leave on the spot.
Before he could speak, the pitch-black courtyard outside the hut suddenly blazed with light as bright as day. A flurry of hurried footsteps and the pounding of hooves rushed into the yard. A group of people outside ignited torches, and as the crowd surged in, the candlelight danced wildly through the air alongside the moving figures.
Before anyone inside could react, soldiers outside the hut smashed the door open with lightning speed.
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